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“Get off him.” I hear his voice. “You want to fight with the new man? You ask for a fight. You don’t kill anyone in my building, in my pit. Do you understand me? You want to fight, you got it, one week. Be ready,” Cain tells him.

“Declan. You with us?” Mason shouts.

“Yeah.” I shake the memory out of my head as my hand moves to the scar from the knife, one of the fucking many that I now have. It was my very first one. Before The Pit, I didn’t have one mark on me. Oh no, God, made me perfect with smooth skin, no marks on me. Now, my back and chest are covered in them.

“You with us?” Mason asks again.

“Yeah.” I get back under the hood and start working on the engine.

It took me two years to make my baby. Two fucking years. And in less than two minutes, it’s gone.

I had to find the exact same car as mine. It couldn’t be saved enough for me to do anything with the one they burned. I could have got someone to fix it up. Or I could have bought a brand new one, but I wanted to fix it myself, make it exactly the same as my baby. I didn’t even have it for six months after I finished fixing it up before it went up in flames. It’s going to cost another hundred grand, maybe more to fix it up again.

“You open your card?” Hayden asks.

The family card. An A6 card with the family scorpion on it. It’s not just a card, it has your target details, whether or not it’s a clean job and more information that we need.

“Yes.” I reply, I’m not in a talkative mood today, my head is all over the place at the moment.

“Have you done the research for it yet?”

“No, I’m looking into it,” I reply.

“What’s the hit?” Miles asks.

“Some guy, seems like a nobody. I haven’t looked into it properly yet. I’ve got the code to get more of the information, and that’s it. So now I’ve just got to look it all up.”

“Are you ready?” Mason asks, and I don’t reply as I think about killing someone again.

“Not my first time killing someone,” I answer. A part of me wishes it was, but I think I’ve killed more people than the three of them together.

“Did you sleep last night?” Hayden asks.

“A few hours.” Shockingly, I got a few, but nothing more than an hour here and there.

“Good. You need to sleep.” Hayden looks under the hood with me. “I found a few parts for you, if you want to go check them out.” I give him a nod and start working on the car.

It’s not just in my sleep where the nightmares take over. It’s during the fucking day, too. I’m not into hockey. I did it because my brothers did, but now I understand why. It’s a way to hurt someone without going too far. A small realization when I have a messed up day.

“You think Cain would let us have the sixth floor tonight?” Miles asks, and my mind doesn’t go there. It goes to Trixie, and if she’s free.

I’ve been with a lot of women, teachers at school, been on the sixth floor, some of the cheerleaders, but not one of them can do the magic Trixie does with her mouth. Fuck. The blow job is something amazing, and the thought of her mouth on me has my dick waking up.

I don’t know if it’s the studs in her mouth which give it that extra magic or not. I don’t know if it’s because I can get deep in her throat, and she just takes it. God, does she know what she’s doing. She knows how to suck it right, her nails hitting the right spot. Last night I ended up coming four times, twice in her mouth and twice on her sexy tits. I could have done it one more time if I wanted to, but I could see she had nothing else left in her.

Just thinking about it has me thinking about popping around to hers tonight, climbing through the window and getting her on her knees.

“You think Cain’s in a good mood lately?” Mason jokes. It takes my mind off Trixie.

“He’s never in a fucking good mood,” Miles snaps with a laugh.

“Since Autumn, he’s not as bad,” I add, because it’s the truth. Since Autumn came into his life, he has had some better days.

“No, he isn’t. But still, when is the man in a good mood?” Mason asks again.

“I know he had to go to The Pit last night,” Hayden answers.

“Why?” I ask.

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